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The Legend of the Werewolf

        

By J.L. Wolffire

 

Prologue: The fever

When I was 10 years old my family and I took a vacation to place called Fever Swamp in Florida. Soon after a lot of people got sick including me and my family. The virus killed my family but I was still suffering. It felt like my whole body was being torn apart. The doctors on call gave pain meds to help the massive pain I was having and soon I drifted off to sleep.

“This is bad.” A Doctor said

“I know Dr. Freed.” A nurse said

“The kid is a fighter.” Dr. Freed said

“For now all we can do is make him comfortable.”  Dr. Freed said

 

-A few days later-

 

My eyes opened to a dimly lit room. I heard a steady beeping. My body felt sore. My sense of smell was way better than it ever was. And I can see in the dark. My ears picked up sounds I did not hear before. I felt better than I did when I was sick. Someone came into my room.

“Hey you’re awake.” A voice said

“Who are you?” I asked

“You don’t remember do you?” he asked

“No sorry.” I said

“It’s okay, you and your family came down with a fever that killed a lot of people, you have been asleep for about 4 days.” He said

“My family, they’re dead aren’t they?” I asked

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” He said

Tears started fall

“There is a family that said that they would take you in. They live here and have a place near the swamp.” He said

“I’d like that.” I said

About an hour later I managed to calm down and tried finding something be happy about. I sighed knowing it would take time. After a bit, I got dressed. Jeans and a sports tank top along with some really cool looking sandals.

 I smiled as I saw myself.

“Wonder if I can have my stuff from my house shipped out here?” I asked

“Someone is already working that.” Dr. Freed said

“So the foster family, when are they coming for me?” I asked

“I just called them, they will be here in about an hour or so.” Dr. Freed said

“I called a friend of mine to move the stuff from your house in the Midwest to your foster home.” Dr freed said

“Thanks.”  I said

Soon I was in a jeep heading for my new foster home.

“So you got a name?” the man next to me asked

“Jesse.”  I said

“I’m Jack, my son Danny is about your age.” Jack said

“Thanks for taking me in.” I said

 “The virus did a lot of damage and took a lot of lives. We moved out of town when it happened. Once they gave us the all clear we moved. A lot kids are left without families. I was one the many families that signed up to adopt those who lost their families .” Jack said

“Danny and his friends tell tales around campfire at night.” Jack said

“That’s life in the 70’s for you.” I said

“Yep, good times.” Jack said

“Do you believe in the scary tales people tell?” Jack asked

“Yeah, I love investigating them.” I said

“Lots of my stuff back at my old house helps me investigate them.” I said

We pulled into the house. It looked like a mansion and around it were cornfields and I saw an old mine, too.

“Oh I am loving this place already.” I said

“I thought you might.” He said

We head into the house and met with Danny. We soon became friends and we headed to his room. It’s a huge room, seeming to be a mix of pirate ship and forest. Danny was year older than me. He is really cool.

“So, up for a camp out tonight?” he asked

“Sure.” I said

As night drew closer we headed for the spot. Along way I heard something. It sounded so familiar.

“Jesse what is it?” Danny asked

“It some kind of noise, it’s so strange. It’s not far, come on.”  I said

I ran off towards where the sound was coming from.

“Jesse, slow down!” Danny called out

I did and he caught up and we came to a clearing.

“Ok, now I hear it too.” Danny said

We looked around and soon I stopped. Something wasn’t quite solid but was fast becoming so. With an echoing thud the object that was semi transparent was now fully materialized.  

“Is that a police box?” Danny asked

“Looks like it but there is more to it.” I said

We headed over. And I ran my hand across the wood.

“Feels like wood. But do you feel that?” I asked

Danny put his hand on the wood.

“That is crazy.” Danny said

The door opened inward and a man poked his head out. He was tall, wore a pin stripe suit, Converse shoes and had a brown trench coat.

“Oi Ello there.” he said

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Pizza Cutters and the Art of Woodworking

 

Daniel takes pride in his work in the Wood Department at SEEDs

There is something truly wonderful about a unique, hand-crafted object. The feeling you get when you create – investing your time, creativity, hard work and dedication to transform basic materials into a thing of beauty is a life-changing experience. Whether it is a lump of clay, a ball of yarn, or a piece of wood… with you, clay becomes ceramics, fiber and yarn becomes a scarf… and a hunk of wood becomes a pizza cutter.. as unique and individual as the artist who created it.

A one of a kind pizza cutter

 

Close up of Daniel’s craftsmanship

 

 

The life of Thomas Alva Edison

Who he was-Thomas Edison was an inventor. He was born on Feb. 11, 1847. To middle class parents in the town of Milan, Ohio. He had adhd which meant he had a hyper active behavior which made his teachers upset and impatient. Thomas Edison never stopped asking questions and had a self centered view on life. He was deemed “odd” by his peers. He started his job as a newspaper salesman. He peddled out by the railroad track.

 

Three things Thomas Edison was famous for-

1.The first electric vote recording machine

  1. He helped Benjamin Bredding make the first two way telephone.
  2. He invented the first practical dictaphone

What are your thoughts about this person?

Edison was very smart and used his skills to create better items for the world. He had difficult beginnings and people didn’t always understand him but he persevered and never give up. I believe Thomas Edison is the most influential person that ever lived.

 

WWW.ThomasEdison.com